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The translucent flavor of my sunny smile
Is a prisoner behind my delirious mind.
Bitter pictures devour you after
Vast, elaborate shadows absorb the screams.

Let's forget when I died, and
Perhaps we will discover music and nighttime,
Foolishly flowering webs, and the
Reason we became so weak.

My faint, Technicolor heart is made of glass,
And yours is black and made of stone.
If only you knew that these
Champaign-induced dreams can melt marble.

Why did I come here in the first place?